We all seem to fear any utterance of doubt.

I have even feared my own doubt, as if the question in and of itself holds more power than the One who I am asking about. Somewhere along the way I was taught to be ashamed of these questions, so I told no other human. I stuffed them down as they attempted to escape my mouth-

But sometimes I have questions that feel like doubt.

This does not make me an orphan any more than a child who doesn’t understand, in the moment, the discipline of a good parent.